#303 ~ One Hundred Words and Photo: 23


I just loved the blue. So bright, so fractured, so…so blue, but green and yellow too. I would run my blind fingers over the smooth surfaces, trying to find the grain, the faces she wouldn’t let me see. But Abuela was old…her fingers clawed, so I could peep through the arthritic gaps, it was ok, she didn’t know…secretly, I loved the cheeky grin of Deaths many faces. We would laugh together silently. Soon Grandma would be one of his blue faces, which are actually quite gay, bouncing round my neck so we could still play, eh Abuela?

Copyright: Victoria. O

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